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Jan 2014
That moment when;
a small salty teardrop,
becomes a river full of sorrow.

That moment when;
you're laying there,
sobbing,
staring at your ceiling,
and having difficulties with breathing.

That moment when;
you realize you're stuck,
in a world of grief,
and you're alone,
lost in a maze of insecurities.

That moment when;
I still relive these moments.

-a.s
A-S
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